Tell me how you are
Whoever you are, all of you, how are you doing? Leave a comment. I'm trying to take my mind off of the one who was running up and down the street today, and I feel like the more people I am connected to directly, the better things are. I'm sure that this is not true, but I don't care.
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we gave up the library.
it's down to six of us.
always hiding.
they started yelling all the time. night and day the corpses still with their throats just fucking yell and yell.
what are you eating, sean? where are these trucks you wrote about coming from? are there supplies rations in ny?
news about my family? please?
I'll tell you the story of leaving the zine library when I can stand to. It chills me when I read your accounts of authorities cleaning things up. I feel like we've been cut loose up here in the northwest. I dont see all that many living people out in the open but whenever we change hiding spots we run into somebody. they dont want to fight, usually. plenty of planes and helicopters fly over head and I'm starting to think we should be concerned about bombings. I bet if I saw seattle from above I wouldnt think there were any survivors at all and I might decide to just burn it down.
my friend todbott had a bunch of solar panels in his trunk and we're setting them up with some batteries for flashlights and my lappie whenever we stop long enough during the day. everyday we get smarter about supplies and preparedness. I've been learning first aid and how to fight. I've now killed seven revs and I knew four of them.
shit this is so hard to take.
davey oil
Huh. My iPod is in shuffle, and Dying World by the Subhumans just came on. Hey Sean - how's about a playlist of apocalyptic songs for us? It can only brighten up the mood. I try not to watch the news anymore. Mom had friends in Louisiana, and the deaths due to the recent rainstorms combined with the revs. . . I never really knew them, but I know Mom would have been devastated at the images that are coming out of there. Fuck the third world, that was the continental United States, and between Mississippi and Louisiana there are over a half million dead, and more every day. The difference between there and here is staggering. I haven't seen a rev in two days.
Dave - I don't even know what to say about your situation. I can't even believe that you've had to kill: you of all people. Knowing that it's them or you doesn't make it much easier, does it? You know what helps me? Knowing that there is no future in any of them, and there is a future in us and those we protect. ". . . think of Sarah, the rest is easy." I haven't heard anything from your family, yet, but I've been thinking of trying to make the trek into Brooklyn to find Ally. I'll try to stop at your sisters place.
I was in the park yesterday, on guard duty with some of the neighborhood kids (oddly enough, the part by my house is easy deal with tactically: It's designed to keep out sexual predators, but the fences do to keep out revs in a cinch). The parents decided that the streets were clear enough to let the kids get outside, under guard. 12 kids on slides and the jungle gym, 6 adults, all armed, all watching the fences for movement. I heard the thud clearly, but not the crack that Katie said she heard when Tanya fell. I turned around fast enough to see the sand settling around the body, and the head at a completely unnatural angle. She died. That's it. Just died, and she didn't even come back. I think she was 11.
Every one of those kids knew enough to run away from the body when it stopped moving. They are growing up knowing for a fact that monsters exist. Christ, most of the kids have figured out not that only do monsters exist, but that they are them.
Sorry to be so slow in saying that I'm here, things are pretty hectic. And 'net access has been sort of spotty here.
Things are strange (of course!) in Providence. Especially in East Providence. There's something in the water. Nobody knows what. But a lot of people are getting sick from it.
My friend's wife got sick a few days ago. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
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